Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.